Can’t Make a Hit on a Broken Metronome (Remastered)

Gen Z CP2 hybrid futuristic hip-hop/R&B with funky bounce, 106 BPM, catchy viral hook, talkbox ad-libs as a glitchy machine voice saying “false time, ” “12:60, ” “broken time, ” and “no sync, ” Punchy drums, elastic bass, synth stabs, robotic textures, witty confident vocals, hook-first structure, playful but sharp critique of artificial timing systems, Human groove versus machine glitch

V5.5

Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
Time all bugged out
(talkbox: 12:60… false clock… glitch mode…)
Whole grid tweakin’
(talkbox: no sync… no swing…)
[Hook]
Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in?
(talkbox: false time… false time…)
Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in
(talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…)
Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’
(talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…)
Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’
(talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…)
Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome
(talkbox: broken time… dead tone…)
Whole world off-beat, still they call it home
(talkbox: false clock… false zone…)
Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong
(talkbox: patched code… dragged on…)
Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone
(talkbox: no flow… no form…)
[Verse 1]
Clock say move, but the soul say chill
Whole lane speed-runnin’, can’t sit still
Everybody “on time,” but the vibe ain’t real
Fake pace got the whole heart missin’ the feel
Months all chopped, then they patch that up
Say “trust the system,” but the math kinda sus
Too many jumps, too many cuts
Still wanna act like the frame that’s us
Grid on glitch, but they call it law
Whole beat stiff, got no real swing at all
Tryna write life with a wall-clock jaw
Then wonder why the kids don’t hear that call
We ain’t lazy, we just know that tone
That dead-pan tick in a plastic zone
Can’t birth wave from a borrowed drone
Can’t find truth when the pulse ain’t home
(talkbox ad-libs through verse: 12 months… hard stop… false pace… no grace… patched time… system shock…)
[Pre-Hook]
If the clock don’t fit, then the track won’t live
If the grid too stiff, what the soul gon’ give?
If the frame gone wild, what the heart gon’ build?
You can’t fake that groove, you can’t force that feel
(talkbox: can’t force that feel…)
[Hook]
Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in?
(talkbox: false time… false time…)
Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in
(talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…)
Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’
(talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…)
Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’
(talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…)
Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome
(talkbox: broken time… dead tone…)
Whole world off-beat, still they call it home
(talkbox: false clock… false zone…)
Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong
(talkbox: patched code… dragged on…)
Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone
(talkbox: no flow… no form…)
[Verse 2]
I seen calendars act like kings
Whole lotta rules tied up with strings
But nature don’t move like corporate things
Real time breathe, real time swings
Sun don’t cap and the moon don’t front
Stars stay locked, they don’t jump when you want
Field got law, but it ain’t blunt
More like waves, more like pulse in the trunk
Y’all want proof in a loop so bad
Same exact hit like a lab-made fad
But time ain’t flat and the field ain’t mad
It recur, not copy, that’s the truth they dodge
Same old script with a new lil spin
New doorway, same law underneath the skin
That’s why folks feel off and can’t lock in
Too much code, not enough wind
(talkbox ad-libs through verse: repeat fail… live field… no copy… cycle back… outta phase… mechanized…)
[Bridge]
You can’t write a hymn with a dead-click track
Can’t raise no soul if the pulse off-black
Can’t call it order when the groove got cracked
Can’t heal the world with a fake time map
(talkbox: fake time map…)
Need that swing, need that breath, need that room
Need that rise, that return, that moon
Need that law that the roots still knew
Not this stiff little box y’all glued
(talkbox: 13:20… natural swing… true time…)
[Breakdown / Talkbox section]
(talkbox lead)
12:60… false clock…
Patch the frame… still off…
Dead grid… hard stop…
No sync… no drop…
13:20… breathe slow…
Real pulse… let go…
Soul swing… field know…
True time… that flow…
[Final Hook]
Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in?
(talkbox: false time… false time…)
Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in
(talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…)
Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’
(talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…)
Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’
(talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…)
Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome
(talkbox: broken time… dead tone…)
Whole world off-beat, still they call it home
(talkbox: false clock… false zone…)
Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong
(talkbox: patched code… dragged on…)
Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone
(talkbox: no flow… no form…)
[Outro]
You can’t compose your song with a crazy metronome
(talkbox: can’t do it… can’t do it…)
That’s why the beat off
That’s why the soul roam
(talkbox: off-beat world… off-beat world…)
Need a real pulse
Need a real home
(talkbox: true time… come home…)

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Intro] Yeah Uh-huh Time all bugged out (talkbox: 12:60… false clock… glitch mode…) Whole grid tweakin’ (talkbox: no sync… no swing…) [Hook] Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in? (talkbox: false time… false time…) Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in (talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…) Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’ (talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…) Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’ (talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…) Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome (talkbox: broken time… dead tone…) Whole world off-beat, still they call it home (talkbox: false clock… false zone…) Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong (talkbox: patched code… dragged on…) Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone (talkbox: no flow… no form…) [Verse 1] Clock say move, but the soul say chill Whole lane speed-runnin’, can’t sit still Everybody “on time,” but the vibe ain’t real Fake pace got the whole heart missin’ the feel Months all chopped, then they patch that up Say “trust the system,” but the math kinda sus Too many jumps, too many cuts Still wanna act like the frame that’s us Grid on glitch, but they call it law Whole beat stiff, got no real swing at all Tryna write life with a wall-clock jaw Then wonder why the kids don’t hear that call We ain’t lazy, we just know that tone That dead-pan tick in a plastic zone Can’t birth wave from a borrowed drone Can’t find truth when the pulse ain’t home (talkbox ad-libs through verse: 12 months… hard stop… false pace… no grace… patched time… system shock…) [Pre-Hook] If the clock don’t fit, then the track won’t live If the grid too stiff, what the soul gon’ give? If the frame gone wild, what the heart gon’ build? You can’t fake that groove, you can’t force that feel (talkbox: can’t force that feel…) [Hook] Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in? (talkbox: false time… false time…) Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in (talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…) Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’ (talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…) Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’ (talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…) Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome (talkbox: broken time… dead tone…) Whole world off-beat, still they call it home (talkbox: false clock… false zone…) Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong (talkbox: patched code… dragged on…) Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone (talkbox: no flow… no form…) [Verse 2] I seen calendars act like kings Whole lotta rules tied up with strings But nature don’t move like corporate things Real time breathe, real time swings Sun don’t cap and the moon don’t front Stars stay locked, they don’t jump when you want Field got law, but it ain’t blunt More like waves, more like pulse in the trunk Y’all want proof in a loop so bad Same exact hit like a lab-made fad But time ain’t flat and the field ain’t mad It recur, not copy, that’s the truth they dodge Same old script with a new lil spin New doorway, same law underneath the skin That’s why folks feel off and can’t lock in Too much code, not enough wind (talkbox ad-libs through verse: repeat fail… live field… no copy… cycle back… outta phase… mechanized…) [Bridge] You can’t write a hymn with a dead-click track Can’t raise no soul if the pulse off-black Can’t call it order when the groove got cracked Can’t heal the world with a fake time map (talkbox: fake time map…) Need that swing, need that breath, need that room Need that rise, that return, that moon Need that law that the roots still knew Not this stiff little box y’all glued (talkbox: 13:20… natural swing… true time…) [Breakdown / Talkbox section] (talkbox lead) 12:60… false clock… Patch the frame… still off… Dead grid… hard stop… No sync… no drop… 13:20… breathe slow… Real pulse… let go… Soul swing… field know… True time… that flow… [Final Hook] Metronome tweakin’, how you finna lock in? (talkbox: false time… false time…) Whole beat broken, got the whole grid boxed in (talkbox: grid locked… glitch locked…) Soul off-rhythm, now the vibe ain’t hittin’ (talkbox: no pulse… no pulse…) Can’t make a hit when the timecode trippin’ (talkbox: trippin’… trippin’…) Can’t make a hit on a broken metronome (talkbox: broken time… dead tone…) Whole world off-beat, still they call it home (talkbox: false clock… false zone…) Tick-tock cap, yeah the timing been wrong (talkbox: patched code… dragged on…) Everybody singin’, but the rhythm long gone (talkbox: no flow… no form…) [Outro] You can’t compose your song with a crazy metronome (talkbox: can’t do it… can’t do it…) That’s why the beat off That’s why the soul roam (talkbox: off-beat world… off-beat world…) Need a real pulse Need a real home (talkbox: true time… come home…)

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